Torn between two

Chapter 24

Dunya’s POV

At lunch I texted Daniel, to meet me after work. I had to return his gift and yet again explain to him that I’m not available. I’m seeing Elijah, I think. The fact that he’s a vampire shouldn’t be a deal breaker. It’s not like he’s ever put me in harms way. He’s always taken care of me, showering me with gifts and love. I really do love him; I just need to figure out my thoughts. It’s not fair to him, that I’m accepting lingerie from another guy. Daniel replied right away, saying he’ll pick me up after work.

I walked outside and saw Daniel already waiting for me by his car. His face lit up when he saw me walking to him. I really wanted to hug him, but I have to keep this simple between us. Physical contact between us made my heart burst through my shirt. I walked to him and handed the bag “I’m grateful for the gift, but I can’t accept. It’s too much.”

He just stares at me with a confused look on his face and takes the bag to look inside off it. “Umm, I don’t follow. Why are you giving me lingerie? Not really my style.” he chuckles.

“You delivered these to my apartment. Like I said, I appreciate the idea, but it’s really inappropriate.”

“Dunya, I didn’t send you these...” he says and looks at me with furrowed brows. Wait, if he didn’t then who did? Did Elijah send these? Why would he send these to me, when I’m thinking things over?

“Oh... I thought... Layla said that you picked the bikinis for me, that you picked these too.” I pull the bag back from his hands with a shy smile. s**t this is awkward.

“I was with her when she was shopping, and told her they’d suit you. That’s all.” he says with a grin. “Those would definitely suit you too.”

I clear my throat and try to hide my freakishly red face “I... I umm...” Great, now I can’t talk. “I have to go home.” I walk away from the awkward encounter and hope he doesn’t follow, but this my life, it’s never easy; he follows and holds my hand stopping me.

“Wait, I thought we were going to hang out?”

I turn around “I should go home. We’ll hang out this weekend, okay?” He looks disappointed. “Yeah, sure. But at least let me drive you home.”

I agree and he drives me home, I quickly exit the car before I feel the urge to hug him. I don’t know how or why, but every time I’m near him, I feel this connection to him. It’s really weird, It’s almost like with Elijah, but more tense. And it’s really hard being near him, I feel the need to touch, to kiss and so much more, but I can’t. At least with Elijah, I can feel him, kiss him and f*ck him. God, I miss f*cking him.

My own thoughts make my panties soak; I need to go to him now. In the rush of the moment, I decide I’m going go to him, I can’t wait till Friday. I shower, put on the new lingerie set and the shortest dress I have with high heels. Quick makeup touch and I call a taxi.

My heart begins to beat erratically in my chest when we turn to his driveway; what am I doing? I’m acting on my hormones and not my sense. I quickly pay the driver and head to his door. He opens the door shirtless, with a confused look on his face. “Dunya, weren’t you coming on Friday?” He manages to ask before I jump to him and crashing our lips. He picks me up and carries me inside. He stops kissing me and looks at me worriedly. “Is everything okay?”

I kiss him again and only stop to say “I need you, now.” With that he carries me upstairs to his room, our kiss deepening with lust. He slides his hands under my dress, lifting it up to my stomach and squeezes my ass, making me moan in his mouth. I wrap my hands around his head, tugging his hair, demanding more.

He pushes me against the wall, holding me in place with one hand and with the other he rips my dress off. He starts kissing down my neck to my collar bone. His hand roams to my breast and cups it, squeezing hard. “Elijah, just f*ck me, please.” I moan eagerly.

Before I even get to react, his pants are off and he has taken off my G-string. With one quick thrust, he’s deep inside of me, hitting my cervix. I moan loudly making him plumber me harder. I wrap my legs tighter around him, as he thrust deep inside of me. I can’t control the volume of my moans, they’re almost screams; I really hope Mr. Whitlock's not here.

Elijah kisses me roughly and pinches my n*****s, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I come at least twice, before he curses that he’s coming. His thrusts are jerkier and I can barely feel my legs. He thrusts few more times, making me come for the third time; he finally let's go. I feel his throbbing d*ck explode inside of, filling me up.

I lay my head on his shoulder, out of breath. If he wasn’t holding me up, I would've collapsed to the floor. He gently carries me to the bed, lays on it himself, pulling me to his chest. We both just stare at the ceiling, not saying a word to each other. He doesn’t know what to say and I’m way out of breath to say anything.

After I come back to my senses, I realize this was a huge mistake. I let my hormones take over, I needed to talk to him first. I turn over to him “I really needed that, but we need to talk. I have a lot of questions”

“Yeah, of course. Ask me anything you want”

I sat up on the bed, covering myself with the blanket. “I need to know some basics. Food.”

He leaned on his elbow “I can eat and drink normally, just don’t need to. It doesn’t feed my hunger, only blood.”

“How do you feed?”

“Donated blood, never directly from humans. I have tasted from humans too, but only with consent.”

Okay, at least he’s being honest. I think. “Day light?”

“I don’t burst into flames when I walk outside, but it does burn my skin fast.”

“Garlic?”

“It’s a cultivated plant, and tastes good with most of the foods.” he says with a smirk. I punch him in the abs, making him chuckle. “Not a time for jokes.”

“It’s a movies thing, not real. Neither is Holy water or churches.”

“What about wooden stakes to the heart?”

“Wouldn’t you die, if someone pierced your heart with a wooden stake?” I chuckle at his answer.

“What does kill a vampire then?”

“I didn’t say it doesn't kill us. Beheading is the most efficient.”

“How old are you?”

“Well, I born early 1800’s, so over 200years old.”

“F*ck.” I say with wide eyes and shock.

“We can do that again.” he grins and pulls me closer.

“Elijah! No!” I say and pull back. “When did you... turn? Who turned you?”

He takes a deep sigh. “I was 25 when I was turned. I was turned by my foster parents, they raised me and turned me when I was ready.”

“So, you chose this?” I said with furrowed eyes.

“I was young and foolish, and it was what I knew. I had known about vampires all my life and my parents made it look like it was a great life. I didn’t want to grow old and die.”

“Do you regret it?”

“I did, for years, but not anymore.” he says and pulls me for a kiss. “Any more questions?”

“Do you want to drink my blood?” his eyes widen, he did not expect me to ask him this.

“Dunya, I love you. I would never do that.” he says reassuringly.

“I asked if you’d want to drink my blood, not that whether you’d do it or not.”

His eyes fill with sadness. “I’m a vampire, it’s in my instinct to drink blood. You especially smell exquisite.” I back away, remembering my dream again.

“What about glamour? Compulsion?”

“We can do that.”

“Have you used it on me?”

“Never!” he looked angry at my question. “I have never used it on you and never will. I’ve never had the need to do so, unless under duress”

“So, it’s all of your own charm that has me weak in the knees?” I said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood, which luckily worked. He chuckled and pulled me close again.

“You know it babe. Any more questions? Or can I catch up the time we were apart?” Before I can answer, he has me straddling on his lap, pushing his growing erection to my s*x. I slide it to my slit and slowly sit down on it, feeling it fill me up. “That’s two and a half days.” I say as I moan out.

After hours of mind-blowing s*x, I just lay on his chest, feeling completely drained. I’m happy that I came, I’m surprisingly okay with all of this and not scared at all. I feel at ease and fall asleep quickly. Next morning, I wake up to Elijah calling my name. “Babe it’s 6am, you have to get ready for work.”

I just groan and pull the blanket over my eyes. “Babe, you’re going to be late.”

“Five more minutes.” I mumble. He actually waits for a while and tries to wake me up again.

“Noooo, a little while longer.” Suddenly the blanket flies off, leaving me butt naked. He carries me to the shower and turns the faucet on. I yell at the cold water and punch his chest. “You jerk! I would’ve gotten up in a minute.” He drops me down on my feet and smirks at me. “No, you wouldn’t have.”

“Now you wet my hair, I hope you’re ready to straighten it for me.” I pout.

“I will do anything you want me to.” he smirks and leans down to kiss me passionately. Our kiss deepens and next thing I know, I’m being picked up and slammed to the wall. He slams his d*ck in me with one thrust.

I’m still sore from last night and it doesn’t take long for me to climax, but he just rides it out, continuing with his thrusts. He takes his sweet time, plumbing me and finally climaxes with a deep thrust, making us both shake with pleasure.

He puts me down and washes me clean. I wrap a towel around myself and go to his bedroom. Luckily, I still have a few changes of clothes here so, I grab something and put them on. Elijah is collecting our clothes from yesterday and grins at me when he finds my lingerie.

“These were a nice surprise babe, really hot. I’d love to see them on you more often.”

“I definitely will. Thanks, by the way.” I grin at him as I brush my hair.

“For what?” he asks confused.

“For the set.” I reply with a furrowed brow.

“I didn’t get you these...” Wait what? Then who the f**k did?

“Oh, I thought that you did...”

“Babe, are you still using that body cream I got you?” he quickly changes the subject.

“Well, I haven’t for a few days. Why’d you ask?” He goes to his drawer and pulls out a jar that looks similar to mine.

“Here. Please use it daily, I love the smell of it on you.”

“Okayyy, I will.” I roll my eyes at him.

“Like now would be good.” he opens the jar.

“I’m going to be late for work.” He pulls me close and takes of my pants and shirt.

“I can help.” he says and starts to massage it all over my body. I don’t care if I’m going to be late, this is amazing.

It’s already 7.30 and I haven’t eaten anything. I run downstairs to see Mr. Whitlock already waiting. My stomach grumbles and I head to the kitchen to see he’s made me sandwiches. I pick one and head to the door, only to be stopped by Elijah.

“I have to go.” I say as I chew on my sandwich.

“Sit down and eat, Gerald will drive you there in 15minutes.” I roll my eyes and go back to the breakfast counter. Elijah takes out a brush and brushes my hair.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m braiding your hair. I would’ve straightened it for you, but don’t have the time now.”

“You’re braiding my hair?” I chuckle. “That’s something I never thought I’d hear from a guy. How do you even know how to do that?”

“Years of practice.” he simply replies. Well, what did I expect, he’s over 200 years old. He really did a good job making two French braids, both of them perfect, maybe even more perfect than I could’ve made them. With a quick kiss goodbye, I was headed to work with Mr. Whitlock.